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I hate "reality" TV with the passion of a thousand suns. May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the crotch of the person who created the genre. May he always be flying and straying naked through the world until death at spear-point takes him. No butter be on his milk nor on his ducks a web. May his child not walk and his cow be flayed. And may the flame be bigger and wider which will go through his soul than the Connemara mountains if they were on fire...
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